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Beauty from the Broken

Month: July 2018

I used to look up at the stars and feel like I mattered. Because even in possession of all this vast beauty, God still made me. I existed, and that had to mean something. I’m not sure how or when this feeling began to fade. I don’t know if it was merely childhood resilience that …

Beams of gold-flecked light sift through the trees as if through a sieve Reflecting the hidden glow in my soul It pulses like a heart, a candle in the dark, as I Weave through this mysterious forest at the birth of dusk And I’m learning how to trust, forging a way through this dirt at …